© 2000 Ree Tjeerdsma

Are these birth pangs
Are they death fangs
Born or dead, I can't decide
Come or gone, I'll just hide

Am I newborn to this wilderness
Am I dead to innocence and all
Is life just anger or kindness
Is Earth so grand or so small

What's real and what's imagined
What's a dream and what's awake
Torn between them I go crazy
Don't know how much I can take

My eyes burn as my lungs freeze
A happy medium's what I need
As extremes merge will the pain ease
Is mediocrity what I seek?

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